Because he was a rather large kid when we were growing up, I often thought that Jonathan could have made a good bully. His body played the part at any rate -- his pudgy physique forever pushing and shoving against the crowded confines of his wardrobe. Of course, he would have had to lose that goofy grin which always allowed him to look like he was trying to laugh at a joke that he didn't really get. And it probably would have helped if he'd done something with the way he walked, which had a clumsy, awkward tempo all its own, as if he were struggling to remove a piece of gum from the bottom of his shoe. Still, Jonathan might have made a good bully -- except for the fact that he didn't possess a single vicious bone, and he was about as abrasive as a jar of cold cream!

Jonathan was a few yea…